lyrics

To sleep is the faint-heartedly way to die
Hoping what dreaming in red would be like
Earlier than the weeks starting the years
Being selfconsciously of what is outside
Earning money consuming pills to sleep
So I can’t count on anything but my feels
Tiding loose ends in the rear of a car (Is)
SHit consumism where it’s all?

Is new year what’s coming this time?
The boy with the stained shirt apologizes
You know he’s not regretting anything
On a cloudy day but you see things clear
Unfortunately this is all I hear
Victory is not about what’s life’s year
Ever wonder where are my thoughts?
Very well think, are you still one?

End of the world (or what the fuck)

Riding away on a Thursday night
Haile Selassie may think something cool
Every time he speaks he doesn’t fool
And I’m not one of this clever lights
Rough feels are what most we talk
Diverging all my thoughts, but you are still one